Chapter 6 We are defeated

There is a silent picture on the TV.

　　Shot from outer space.

　　In the dark and vast space background, the stars shine.

　　In the far distance of the camera, densely packed cones float silently, a scene that is both spectacular and eerie.

　　Chen Feng, who had been in the army for two months, knew about these cones.

　　It is the world government is proud of, it represents the crystallization of the highest level of human science and technology, and it is known as the star fleet that can open the next chapter of the era.

　　Reorganized thousands of large motherships, tens of thousands of frigates, and nearly 100,000 small and medium-sized combat ships.

　　Next to the fleet group, there are several large space stations that are busy producing colonial ships that are said to carry 200,000 passengers.

　　Nearly 100 colonial ships have been built so far, and as long as the life freezing technology passes the final reliability verification and a breakthrough is made, 20 million people will enter the colonial ship and officially take the furthest step into space.

　　Such a huge fleet is stacked together to look spectacular.

　　Suddenly, against the background of the universe, a ray of light appeared in the fleet.

　　Immediately afterwards, little rays of light flashed one after another in space, one after another, almost illuminating the dark universe.

　　This is an explosion. In a very short period of time, these more than 100,000 warships exploded together.

　　In the blink of an eye, the more than 100,000 spaceships turned into dazzling fireworks and completely dissipated into space.

　　The picture on the TV was so beautiful that it was despairing.

　　In the fleet, tens of millions of people lost their lives in an instant.

　　The most proud force of human beings so far vanished in an instant.

　　A narration appeared on TV.

　　"This is the picture from five minutes ago. Our star fleet, the entire army is destroyed."

　　The voice of the narrator is calm, but there is a sense of sadness and despair.

　　Chen Feng knew who the owner of this voice was.

　　When he was still in the army, he often heard the owner of this voice speak on TV.

　　This is the current leader of the world government.

　　As soon as the voice on the TV fell, a huge disc-shaped black shadow appeared in the camera from far to near at an extremely fast speed.

　　Sombra's flight speed is unbelievably fast, but no medium for propulsion is sprayed out from the back of its flight path, indicating that Sombra's propulsion method is different from all the energy technologies mastered by human beings.

　　This is exactly what Chen Feng saw last time hanging in the air.

　　After breaking through the fragmentation zone formed by the wreckage of the Star Fleet, Sombra suddenly stopped in space again.

　　The momentary transition of a behemoth from extreme movement to extreme silence completely violated the law of inertia, making Chen Feng feel extremely uncomfortable when he saw it, like a cat scratching the glass by his ear, making him dizzy and nauseated.

　　Immediately afterwards, the TV screen disappeared, leaving nothing but darkness, but the voice of the previous explanation did not stop.

　　The owner of the voice continued to say in an indescribable tone: "I'm sorry. We lost the battle. We prepared for today for five hundred years, but we still lost the battle. We couldn't even... resist the slightest bit. I'm sorry... …"

　　The sound gradually faded away.

　　Four words suddenly appeared on the TV, "Signal Interruption".

　　It turned out that these people knew from the beginning that this day would come.

　　The star fleet, the military system and other systems are all prepared for today.

　　It's just that the strength gap between the enemy and us is too great, just like no matter how strong the ant's nest is, it will be futile in the face of the flood of destruction.

　　This doesn't even count as a beetle-arm blocking car.

　　As he felt it in his heart, Chen Feng's nose suddenly got a little itchy, and he rubbed it subconsciously. He put down his hand and looked at it. The back of his hand was covered with sticky red blood, and he didn't know when it came out.

　　Hmm, that damn thing should have entered the atmosphere, right?

　　Same as last time.

　　The TV exploded without warning, and the lights suddenly dimmed.

　　Chen Feng's field of vision turned snow-white again, and the familiar and unfamiliar tearing pain surged again from all over his body.

　　Having had one experience, although he was mentally prepared, he was still unable to resist this kind of pain from his soul.

　　He slowly fell to the ground.

　　Before dying, he only cursed vaguely in his heart.

　　I know that is the case, and it is useless to hide underground.

　　...

　　Open your eyes.

　　It's getting bright again.

　　Chen Feng lay quietly on the bed, rubbing his fingers against the quilt. When the pain subsided and his mind was free, he memorized the melodies of "Boring" and "It's Already Deep" twice in his mind.

　　Then he sat up slowly, his hands crossed his knees, his thoughts were full of thoughts, and his heart was inexplicably melancholy.

　　He died so suddenly in the first dream that he had no idea what was going on, so he didn't feel anything.

　　This time, he learned about the causes and consequences. He was shocked that human beings would really perish in a thousand years, and his mood fluctuated a little more.

　　But in fact, he has nothing to do with that world, and there is nothing he can't give up, so he always has a sense of isolation from the world after a thousand years.

　　Until now, he has not been able to be 100% sure whether it is reality or a particularly real dream, because whether it is a dream or reality, there are many unreasonable things.

　　But he just couldn't help feeling sorry for the collapse of the entire human civilization in his heart.

　　This is too sad. The entire civilization has worked together for five hundred years, but in the end, it is still in ashes.

　　In the vast universe, human beings are too humble and insignificant.

　　This is an indescribable feeling, with a sense of sympathy, a sense of powerlessness, and a bit of regret and loss.

　　It took a long time for Chen Feng to break free from this complicated emotion.

　　He laughed at himself, thinking to himself, what if it was true?

　　Even if human beings really perish after a thousand years, so what?

　　What's with me?

　　Whether now, or a thousand years from now, I'm just an insignificant ordinary person.

　　What can I change?

　　What can I do about my business?

　　I even tried my best to take care of myself.

　　Chen Feng jumped out of bed and said subconsciously, "Xiaowei, make me a cup..."

　　Forget it, why did you make the same mistake again.

　　Chen Feng shrugged and made his own breakfast.

Put a cup of hot milk and two buns in the microwave and press the button.

　　There was a crunch, and there was a light crisp sound from the microwave.

　　The ceiling lights in the kitchen went out and the power tripped.

　　White smoke billowed from behind the microwave, and the kitchen smelled of burning.

　　Microwave burned out.

　　He didn't use the microwave for a year, and he was a little distracted, forgetting that he couldn't put metal objects in it.

　　Unlucky, let's say one or two hundred is gone.

　　Chen Feng muttered and went to the bathroom to wash up again.

　　When pouring water into the mouthwash cup, he glanced at the mirror out of the corner of his eyes, saw his slightly pale face in the mirror, and was stunned for a moment.

　　He remembered very clearly that his skin color was not like this before.

　　Although the apartment housekeeper is not an outdoor high-intensity job, he still often walks around outside.

　　Chen Feng's original body was not too strong, but he was not thin, and his complexion was very standard, neither yellow nor white.

　　But the face in the mirror was morbidly pale, and at first glance, it was a serious sub-health state caused by the lack of exercise and sunlight exposure.

　　Chen Feng was puzzled.

　　I only slept for one night, what happened?

　　Could it be that the changes in my physique in the dream have been carried over to the outside world?

　　This time he hardly ever went out in the dream.

　　Anyway, Xiaowei will prepare everything properly, and he also knows that he will die sooner or later anyway, and it doesn't matter if he exercises or not.

　　So in the last two or three months of the dream, his health and skin color have indeed become like this. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　Considering that there was no difference before and after waking up last time, he thought it would be the same this time, so he didn't pay attention at all.

　　Now he knows why.

　　When he was a low-income household last time, although he was also addicted to pleasure, he didn't shut himself up in his room as a dead house. Instead, he went out from time to time to play ball and run with others.

　　After all, last time he was still thinking about the beautiful girls in the other low-income households, and he also maintained proper exercise, so his skin color did not change significantly before and after.

　　But this time, after being a reservist for two months, I got a little bit better, but then I stayed in a house for ten months.

　　Chen Feng rubbed his face and squeezed his fist again, feeling a little weak.

　　Forget it, pay more attention next month, and resume the habit of running this month.

　　However, the song should be copied before that.

　　Chen Feng took a day off this day, locked himself in the door for a whole day, didn't even eat lunch, and wrote the complete arrangement of two songs by hand on the computer bit by bit.

　　Now he has not mastered the skills of digital arrangement and can only do it by hand.

　　Although it was a little harder, looking at the notebook filled with scores, Chen Feng's heart was more fulfilled than ever before.

　　The sun was setting outside the window, and the brilliance of the setting sun poured in through the window and shone on the black leatherette cover of the notebook, reflecting a hazy glow.

　　Chen Feng rubbed the cover lightly, full of anticipation.

　　Regardless of whether I still do this dream in the future, can I copy more songs, as long as these two songs work well, my destiny will be a little different, right?

　　When I earn my first pot of gold, what can I do with it?

　　How much can I earn from my first pot of gold?